I walked home from the gun store with only one red shell
I guess it must have been that musty smell
Because People looked at me in disgust
I was a nuisance to some
Everyone left me even my family and kids
I looked for a tool to end it all and starting placing bids
There was only one shell and I didn't want to miss
Taking the gun and loading my shot
I placed the barrel in my mouth and my hands became hot
They where so sweaty and I was thinking it over
This was the last choice I would make
And I pulled the the trigger
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:48 AM UTC
I walked home from the gun store with only one red shell
I guess it must have been that musty smell
Because People looked at me in disgust
I was a nuisance to some
Everyone left me even my family and kids
I looked for a tool to end it all and starting placing bids
There was only one shell and I didn't want to miss
Taking the gun and loading my shot
I placed the barrel in my mouth and my hands became hot
They where so sweaty and I was thinking it over
This was the last choice I would make
And I pulled the the trigger
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